“She needed help, but God was in a meeting whenever she rang.”
Jitterbug Perfume (1984)
“She needed help, but God was in a meeting whenever she rang.”
Jitterbug Perfume (1984)
“Logic only gives man what he needs. Magic gives him what he wants.”
Another Roadside Attraction (1971)
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1976)
Context: I set an example. That's all anyone can do. I'm sorry the cowgirls didn't pay better attention, but I couldn't force them to notice me. I've lived most of my entire adult life outside the law, and never have I compromised with authority. But neither have I gone out and picked fights with authority. That's stupid. They're waiting for that; they invite it; it helps keep them powerful. Authority is to be ridiculed, outwitted and avoided. And it's fairly easy to do all three. If you believe in peace, act peacefully; if you believe in love, acting lovingly; if you believe every which way, then act every which way, that's perfectly valid — but don't go out trying to sell your beliefs to the system. You end up contradicting what you profess to believe in, and you set a bum example. If you want to change the world, change yourself.
“… disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business….”
Source: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Source: Another Roadside Attraction
Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates (2000)
“There's birth, there's death, and in between there's maintenance.”
Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates (2000)
Source: Still Life with Woodpecker (1980)
Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates (2000)
“The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being.”
Source: Jitterbug Perfume
“It's never too late to have a happy childhood.”
Source: Still Life with Woodpecker (1980)
Leigh-Cheri to Bernard, in Phase III, Ch. 46.
Still Life with Woodpecker (1980)
Context: I’m not quite twenty, but, thanks to you, I’ve learned something that many women these days never learn: Prince Charming really is a toad. And the Beautiful Princess has halitosis. The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and the vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. Loving makes love. Loving makes itself. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn’t that be the way to make love stay?
Source: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
“We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.”
Source: Still Life with Woodpecker
“A sense of humor, properly developed, is superior to any religion so far devised.”
Source: Jitterbug Perfume (1984)
Another Roadside Attraction (1971)
The Syntax of Sorcery (2012)
Context: Christians, and some Jews, claim we're in the "end times," but they've been saying this off and on for more than two thousand years. According to Hindu cosmology, we're in the Kali Yuga, a dark period when the cow of history is balanced precariously on one leg, soon to topple. Then there are our new-age friends who believe that this December we're in for a global cage-rattling which, once the dust has settled, will usher in a great spiritual awakening.
Most of this apocalyptic noise appears to be just wishful thinking on the part of people who find life too messy and uncertain for comfort, let alone for serenity and mirth. The truth, from my perspective, is that the world, indeed, is ending – and is also being reborn. It's been doing that all day, every day, forever. Each time we exhale, the world ends; when we inhale, there can be, if we allow it, rebirth and spiritual renewal. It all transpires inside of us. In our consciousness, in our hearts. All the time.
Otherwise, ours is an old, old story with an interesting new wrinkle. Throughout most of our history, nothing – not flood, famine, plague, or new weapons – has endangered humanity one-tenth as much as the narcissistic ego, with its self-aggrandizing presumptions and its hell-hound spawn of fear and greed. The new wrinkle is that escalating advances in technology are nourishing the narcissistic ego the way chicken manure nourishes a rose bush, while exploding worldwide population is allowing its effects to multiply geometrically. Here's an idea: let's get over ourselves, buy a cherry pie, and go fall in love with life.